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Though Dark had his doubts, Senbu was determined to confess his undying love to Trickster, so very grudgingly, the smaller blonde went along for emotional support. The two cautiously approached the table Trickster was sitting at during lunch, and saw that he was only in Ayasaki's company. Tsuru, Blue, and Hougetsu had graduated the year before. Senbu's nerves were making him nauseous, and he was terrified he might either pass out or puke.
He started to sway on his feet until Dark squeezed his arm, bringing reality back into sharp focus. "Remember, if you're going to tell him, it's not helpful if you pass out first."
Sen smiled sheepishly, flushing slightly. He glanced back at Trickster, who was laughing at something Aya said. He loved everything about his beloved Trickster-sama, from looks to personality. Fluffy blonde hair held in a black ribbon, leaving that wonderful soft ponytail over his shoulder. Those kind monochrome eyes, filled with warmth and comfort, so enticing they made the young boy's head spin. He couldn't help but admire Trickster's flawless skin, so unlike his own which was scarred from cutting. Trickster had always been friendly with everyone, but closest to Sen, caring for him, loving him. The small boy could still remember all those countless times it was time for Trickster to go when he was little, how warm Trickster's arms were as he whispered his promise.
[I love you.]
With newfound courage, Senbu found himself moving towards Trickster's table, legs numb and only vaguely aware of Dark beside him. Part of him was questioning this decision over and over again, and the rest of him was going to kill something if he didn't do this.
He swallowed nervously, then stood in front of the table, too afraid to speak up and grab attention. It was a rather awkwardly long time before Aya realized he was there. "O-oh, Sen, can we help you with something?"
The brunette almost fainted as Trickster looked at him, looked at him after years, yet those beautiful eyes didn't show the same affection as before. Senbu thought nothing of it, taking a deep breath. "Trickster-sama, I'm madly in love with you. I don't care what happens, but those are my feelings."
Dark almost cried when he saw the flare in Trickster's usually calming eyes.
"But I don't love you."
The words stabbed through Senbu's small body like a million bullets. He could feel his heart shattering in slow motion. His vision blurred, and he had the sensation of falling, only to be caught by small arms, Dark's arms. The sound of the noisy cafeteria started to fade into nothing, his vision became hazy, and a numb feeling spread through his entire body.
He could only feel hot tears spilling down his cheeks before everything went black.